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"That bitch!" Sirius exclaimed, still rubbing his left cheek. "She slapped me!"

"Really? She slapped you? Why, I never knew," Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"But- but I didn't do anything wrong!"

"In her book, you did. Apparently, she's not like the majority of the girls here, who just follow you like an obsessive puppy."

"But- but why? I only did what I did to all of the others."

"Well, that's what she had a problem with. She didn't want to be added to that list."

"Whatever. She'll come around eventually."

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, studying on her bed. She chewed on the tip of the quill, a habit that she never seemed to shake off. She was sprawled out on the couch on her stomach, and her her ink bottle was balanced on her books. She had a high stack of books that she found in the library, and they started from the floor, and the top book reached the top of the couch. She had flipped through all of them. There were a few books for each subject, Hermione wanted to be ready for her classes, which, for her, started tomorrow. She scratched her chin with the quill, and began to take some notes about werewolves.

"Whatcha working on?" a voice came from behind her. Hermione turned her head and saw Remus Lupin looking over her shoulder.

"I'm taking notes on werewolves. I thought that would be suitable, considering that the full moon is only a week away," Hermione said, flipped the page. She smiled as she saw Remus shift uncomfortably.

"You know," he started. Hermione put down her quill to look at him while he talked. "You haven't told us how you know our names."

Hermione blushed. "Nothing you need to know about," she murmured as she picked up her quill again, and picked up a piece from parchment from the ground. She was about to start writing on it, until she head Remus cry out.

"Wait! Don't write on that!" he practically yelled, and he strode over to snatch it out of her hands. Hermione was first confused, but then smiled, for a small bell had just rung in her head. She looked at the blank Marauder's map. It was newer than when she had used it with Harry in Ron. Her heart ached when she thought of them. Even though Ron was an arse, they were still friends. She wanted nothing more than to just travel back to where she was before and see her old friends. She really needed to talk to Ginny.

"How did you know our names? If you're not going to tell us that, then at least tell us who Harry and Ron are," he said. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry and Ron were my best friends at H- Beauxbatons. That was before I moved," Hermione said.

"They're both guys," he commented.

"No shit, Sherlock," she muttered.

"Was it ever... weird?"

"Is it weird now?"

"A little."

Hermione fully turned to face him. She crossed her arms. Her professor was always calm, and polite. She had expected for Remus to be a bit like that now, but he was like another James, almost.

"Why is it weird?" she asked, half amused, half annoyed.

"Because you're a girl."

"So?"

"You're a hot girl."

Hermione blushed. She turned back to her notes. "Don't you have something to prepare for?" she muttered.

"As in...?" he asked.

"Er... like a test, or something." Hermione had accidentally indicated to his werewolf problems. She would have to stop assuming that they already knew her, as she knew them.

"No. It's only three weeks into September."

"I know. I don't need anyone to tell me that," she lowered her voice. Remus remained silent for a moment, until someone very loud entered the room.

"What's up, losers?" Sirius said loudly. He saw Hermione outstretched on the couch, and his smile faltered. Hermione smirked, seeing that there was still a faint impression of her hand on his cheek.

"That wasn't very lady-like," he said stiffly. Hermione scoffed.

"Trying to seduce a young, innocent girl isn't what a real gentleman would do."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "You still haven't told us how you knew my name. And James," he accused. Sirius walked over to Hermione, lifted her legs, and sat where they have been. Hermione kicked him, and since she was turned around, she had no idea where. Sirius cursed, and when Hermione turned, he was holding his right cheek.

"Stop injuring me!" he exclaimed. Hermione giggled.

"You don't just lift my legs up to sit down. You ask nicely," Hermione said. Sirius rolled his eyes. Sirius looked over her shoulder, and leaned forward to see her notes.

"What're you writing?" Sirius asked casually. Hermione put her quill down for the millionth time, and huffed.

"I'm trying to take notes on werewolves, but you guys won't let me," she said impatiently. Sirius snorted.

"Take notes? On what?"

Hermione waved a wand to her high pile of books.

"Why do you read so much?" Sirius asked in a bored expression.

"Reading increases your knowledge."

"Sure," he said, not paying attention. Instead, he started to play with some of Hermione's new and improved hair (She had drank a potion to make it more manageable).

"Put my hair down, Black," she growled. Sirius put her hair down, but for a different reason.

"I never told you my last name," he said slowly, voice dripping with suspicion. Hermione cursed, but he heard that too.

"How did you know that?" Remus asked quietly. Hermione stared at her parchment.

"She knows everything, Moony," Sirius said sarcastically.

"It's not like you know anything that I don't, Padfoot," she said harshly before she could stop herself. Hermione was boiling with anger.

"How'd you know our nicknames?" Sirius said, standing up. Hermione collected her things as fast as she could, and levitated her books up the stairs.

"Good night," she said shortly. Ignoring the yells that came from the two boys, Hermione stomped up to her old/new dormitory.

Next Morning

"Morning, Hermione!" Lily chirped as Hermione sat down next to her in the Great Hall.

"Morning," she responded.

"Hermione! My girl!" she heard a voice behind them, and groaned. Sirius sat on the other side of Hermione and threw his arm over her shoulders again. James sat next to Lily, and he grinned at her. She huffed, got up, and left.

"Wait, don't leave me!" Hermione cried, trying to get up, but Sirius held her down.

"Get off me, you- you- dog!" she shrieked, thinking that her choice of words wouldn't have too much effect.

"Now see here, Hermione, Remus and Sirius are telling Peter and I that you know, not only our names, but our nicknames as well," James started, a bit disappointed that Lily left.

Hermione flushed and started to eat her toast.

"It's true!" James exclaimed. "Hermione, dear, you must tell us where you get all of this information."

"Er..." Hermione was never very good at thinking of alibis on the spot. Hermione shrugged Sirius' arm off, again. Just like yesterday, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Hermione used both of her arms to push away from him. Sirius looked offended.

"That hurts, Alden. It really does," he said in a mock-sad voice.

"Better luck next time, Padfoot," Remus said, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. As soon as Hermione swallowed her last bit of eggs, she stood up, pushed Sirius' arm away, and walked out of the hall to get ready for her classes.

Their first class was potions. Professor Slughorn, a jolly large man, assigned partners. The whole class groaned at this.

Just don't be Sirius, Hermione thought.

"Okay. Severus Snape and Hermione Alden! Let's pair our new student up with the top student!" he exclaimed. Hermione's heart sunk. She knew it would be very, very strange and awkward having her future Potions teacher as her partner. From what she could see, Snape groaned, too.

"Can't believe that Snivellus got paired up with Alden," Sirius said. Hermione whipped her head around to glare at Sirius. He was snickering with James and Remus (Peter was sick), and Sirius saw Hermione glaring at him, he winked. Hermione growled and spun back around.

"God, he's a prat," Hermione muttered. Snape heard her and perked up.

"What was that?" he snapped.

"First off, don't be so rude. I didn't do anything to you. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about that conceited, large-headed, stubborn git over there," Hermione ended in a hiss, and jabbed a thumb towards Sirius. Snape raised his rather greasy eyebrows.

"I didn't know that there was such thing as a girl who despised Black as much as I do," he said softly, but still sounded mean. She assumed that it was a Slytherin thing.

"There's such thing as intelligent girls. Now, the directions are already up on the board. I'll get the cauldron started and the ingredients prepared," Hermione said, rushing over to the cauldron. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, and got to work.

Forty minutes later, Snape and Hermione were the first to finish their Draught of Living Death potion, and still had fifty minutes left in the period. Hermione scooped a bit of the potion into a vial and walked in over to Professor Slughorn's desk. Slughorn nodded in approval as she dropped it off, and walked back to their table.

"Hermione! How ya doing?" Sirius said, walking over to Hermione, shoving Snape out of his seat, sitting down, and snaking his arm around her waist. Hermione took out her wand, pointed it at his arm, and thought of a neat little hex she had read in a book (Of course). Sirius yelped, jumped up, and hopped over to his own table in pain. Hermione had hit his arm with such a powerful stinging hex that there was a rather large welt on his arm. She smirked, and pulled out a textbook. Snape had gotten up, and sat back in his chair. He looked at Hermione with interest. After a minute, and Hermione still felt his eyes on him, she turned to face him. "Yes?" she asked. Snape shrugged.

"Just amazed that there's a Gryffindor who isn't a complete self-absorbed git."

Hermione grimaced. "There's more people than me. But there's only a few who can see through those idiots. Peter and Remus are decent enough. The other two? What they don't know would fill many books," Hermione said, remembered what Professor Moody had once told Mr. Dursley. Snape snorted, and the corners of his lips turned upwards in a creepy-ish smile.

For the rest of the period, they remained mainly silent, occasionally striking up a conversation about something. Hermione and Snape were talking about other classes when Sirius strode over. Hermione let out a small groan.

"What are you doing, talking to Snivellus?" Sirius sneered. She turned around and crossed her arms.

"What do you mean, 'What am I doing?' I'm trying to have a civilized conversation with a classmate," Hermione said calmly. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"But he's such a little creep! And a Slytherin!" Sirius protested.

"So? You're half hunter, half pedophile! That's worse!" Hermione exclaimed. Snape snickered. Sirius turned to him and sneered a sneer worthy of Draco Malfoy (As Hermione saw Ron do a few times).

"So you think it's funny, do you? Wouldn't it be funny if we discovered what brand of knickers you're wearing today?" Sirius said smartly, and getting out his wand.

"No, but it is funny how my hand is still imprinted on your left cheek," Hermione smirked. Snape snorted as he made out the faint outline. Sirius flushed.

"So you're defending Snivellus?" Sirius said angrily.

"I'll defend anyone who's arguing with you, because majority of the time it's your fault," Hermione snapped. She picked up her things, for it was nine o'clock. She pushed past Sirius, and headed towards Transfiguration.

Thankfully, in Transfiguration, they were allowed to sit where ever they wished. Hermione sat at the end of a table near the windows, so there was only one seat next to, which Hermione made sure that only Lily occupied. Hermione was scratching down some notes on her parchment, until she saw a small paper airplane land in front of her. Hermione looked over her shoulder, and saw Sirius behind her, leaning back in his chair, and giving her a cocky smile. Hermione rolled her eyes, turned around, and opened the note.

Go out with me, Alden, or I'll tell everyone you have a crush on Snivellus. Hermione narrowed her eyes and began writing a response.

I'll tell James that I caught you trying to snog Lily. Hermione tapped it with her wand once, and it folded itself and flew to Sirius.

Seconds later, another paper airplane landed in front of her. She opened it.

Like James would believe you.

Hermione snorted softly. She wrote down her retort.

I'll get Lily to tell him. She smiled as she sent it back.

You wouldn't. Was Sirius' response.

Oh yes, I would, Hermione wrote back.

Go out with me this weekend to Hogsmeade.

No.

You'll pay, Alden. Hermione rolled her eyes. She nudged Lily and handed her the notes. She glanced over the note, barely suppressing a giggle. Hermione was a bit unnerved, however, when she saw Sirius grinning mischievously at her when the walked out of the classroom.

Hermione sat in an armchair by the fire, reading. She read a book that she had read before: Quidditch Through The Ages. Hermione tried to attach herself to anything that connected her to her old life, which she missed miserably. Sure, Lily was a great friend, but Hermione wanted to see Harry's green eyes and his modest smile, not his father's hazel eyes and cocky smile. Hermione wanted to spend Christmas at the Burrow, talk with Ginny late into the night, and cuddle with Crookshanks.

Hermione wondered what her old friends were doing.

In the year 1998

"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Harry asked as he and Ron stepped into the circular office. Professor McGonagall was standing there with a stony expression. She walked over, silent, and handed Harry a note. Harry looked at it with confusion, for it read:

Dear Minerva,

On September 23, 1998, Please read this note, then give it to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as confused as he was. Harry opened the note.

Dear Minerva, Harry, and Ronald,

I'm afraid that your friend, Hermione Granger, has been set back in time. You must know that Hermione had just disappeared. Hermione did not disappear, for she tried a spell in a Time Turner book, and it put her nearly twenty years in the past. Hermione is well and safe, and she is friendly with the Marauders and Lily Evans. Hermione will be back, eventually, but only for periods of time. I am sorry to say that she will never will fully be with you. That is all I can say, for now.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, September 23, 1977

Harry and Ron looked up at McGonagall, shocked.

"What does that mean... She'll never be fully with us?" Harry asked. His face turned white and his hands were shaking. Professor McGonagall looked shaken, too.

"Sit down, Harry. You too, Ronald. What?" she asked, fussed at their confused expression. "I'm no longer your teacher, I can call you by your first name."

"Yes, er- Pro- Minerva," Harry said awkwardly. as he and Ron sat down. Ron hadn't spoken a single word ever since they had gotten there. His face had no expression.

"I suppose that you don't know what a white gold time turner is?" Professor McGonagall asked. Harry shook his head,; Ron remained still.

"It's an old time turner that sends you in the future. It was was banned shortly after the 1980's."

"But Hermione's in 1977! She can come back!" Harry said with relief. McGonagall shook her head.

"A white gold time turner can only send you in the future for limited amounts of time. The exact time is uncertain. Therefore,when they manage to find one, they can use it."

"But- but can't they just get one?" Harry asked, confused. McGonagall shook her head.

"Only three white gold time turners were made in those twenty years, Harry. They can take up to three years to make a single time turner. Only one time turner can be made at a time."

"We won't see Hermione for three years?" Ron finally spoke up. McGonagall shook her head again.

"Up to three years. It may take shorter. It may even take longer. The first time turner took seven years to make."

Ron gulped.

"That's all I have to say. For now. You may leave," Professor McGonagall said, indicating towards the door. Harry nodded, and Ron went back to silent mode.

Before Harry left, however, he asked one more question.

"Er- Minerva? What is the longest recorded time for a white gold time turner user to remain in the future?" He asked uncertainly. She stiffened.

"About nine months, Harry."

"Okay. Thank you, Minerva. Good bye."

"Good bye."

1977

Hermione turned the page of her book. She was about to turn to a specific page she had remembered so many years ago (or was it so many years into the future? It's all so confusing) before she realized that she had forgotten her beloved bookmark in the library. It was eleven o'clock, but Hermione would not let that stop her. Her bookmark had been tucked in her back pocket when she had tried the spell, and it was the only thing besides her wand and her clothes that were with her. She set off towards the library.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione slipped out of the library, bookmark in hand. Hermione took a short cut to the Gryffindor common room, and heard voices around the corner. She stopped short, and listened.

Hermione peeked around the corner, and it was a head boy- a Slytherin boy. He picked up the piece of parchment, which hid the map. Hermione was about to let it go, until she saw that it hadn't been wiped yet-

"Wait!" she exclaimed, stepping from behind the corner, and reaching out towards him. He looked up, dropping the map.

"That's mine," she said. The Head boy just narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you that girl who apparated right in the middle of dinner last night?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, no. You can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts. Albus had me shipped there, but I was reckless and instead of landing in his office, I found myself in the Great Hall."

The Slytherin boy still looked suspicious. "It's past eleven. I should give you a detention," he started.

"You 'should'?' Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. She walked over slowly, and picked to map up. She was about to walk back to her previous spot, a comfortable distance of fifteen feet away from the Head boy, until he grabbed her wrist.

"I'll let you go," he said with an evil gleam in his eyes, "If you do what I tell you to do."

Hermione wasn't sure what he meant, but she sure as hell wanted to get away from him. "No."

"Aw, come on, Alden, I don't bite. Unless you want me too," he added with a creepy grin. Hermione looked at him in disgust. She whipped her wand out, and screamed in her head, Pertrificus Totalus! The boy stiffened like a board and fell flat on his back. Hermione levitated him a nice distance of a hundred feet before looking down at the map.

"Mischief managed," she whispered to the map. The map was starting to fade, but right before it went blank, she saw four names right next to hers. She looked to her right, she should known that they would be nearby.

"I know you're there, guys," she said. There was a grumbling noise as Sirius, Remus, and James, revealed themselves.

"How did you know we were here?" Sirius asked immediately.

"It was on the map."

"How did you know it was a map?"

"I saw you guys bent over it last night," Hermione lied, hoping she was close.

She was. Sirius nodded.

"How did you know about the cloak?" James asked.

"I didn't."

"You didn't seem too surprised when you saw it on the map, or when we pulled the cloak off."

"Nothing surprises me, much."

"Think you know everything about us, do you?"

"Sort of."

"Believe me," Remus said, shaking his head. "You have no idea," as Sirius and James grinned.

Hermione smiled sweetly. "The next time you guys try to sneak into Honeyduke's, don't forget to close the witch's hump," she said, turning on her heel, enjoying their confused silence.